My son has upped the ante with his Mr. Miyagi tendencies
lately. He can catch flies with his
bare hands. It’s not an isolated
incident either. He catches one fly at
least two to three times a week. Here’s
how it goes:
I am usually folding laundry, cooking or changing my
daughter’s diaper and my son will yell from the living room, “Mommy. I need you.” This is a phrase that I have come to decipher to mean one of two
A) My son has just gone to the bathroom and needs help wiping.
B) My son has caught a fly and wants me to open the door so that
he can let it out.
If he is in any room other than the bathroom when he makes
his request I can assume that it is B. I finish what I’m doing and go into the living room to see what’s going
on. He shows me the fly which he holds,
ever-so-delicately, between his thumb and forefinger by the wing. The fly is always alive and it’s little legs
are moving at 100 miles an hour. He asks
me to open the door and I always comply. He holds his hand out the door and opens up his fingers. The little bug immediately takes flight and
he says, “bye fly!” and shuts the door.
I always ask him, “How did you do that?”
My son responds with a should shrug, “I just did.”
This talent, coupled with his freakishly long tongue, is a
guaranteed in on The Letterman Show’s Stupid Human Tricks segment.